How It Happened... (ON HOLD)

How it started. (Candice Kertrew)

HIIII, so I think for this story I will update either every sunday or every other sunday Idk. What I do know is that this chappy, sucks donkey balls.... I felt like finishing this chapter today and I did but, I feel like it's lacking, If you dont like it comment, If you do like it you can also comment, you dont have to but I would like some input someday. Please vote, comment, and follow me! So you can get updates on the story!! As you will probably read, Candice "Candi" is the narrorator for this chapter, she is a main character along with Rona and two others. so the first four P.O.V's are the only ones I will be doing, I might do a genevieve chapter if I continue this story one day, but it's mostly Candice and Rona's P.O.V love you, read away, and read Scary Beautiful also

p.s edited this chapter and the other so candi is now played by Scarlett Johansson!

Song of the chapter:

Chris Brown- Loyal

Stay Fierce, Rock Stars 

XD- Smarticlygenius

Chapter one

"Move it scum!" The officer shouted at me. Pushing me forward so I stumbled in my 6-inch heels, almost face planting into the dirty, disgusting holding cell.

"Watch it! Don't you know how to treat a lady!?!" I shouted at him annoyed that he would push me so hard.

"Lady? Ha! I never knew dirty whores thought of them self like that. “He spat at me

"We could have a quickie in the back room ya know.... I’ll pay you 2 dollars, I know how badly you need it!" Another officer called out to me, making the other officers in the room laugh at me loudly.

Instantly I felt tears well up behind my eyes. I blinked them away. No way was I going to cry in front of these men. It would satisfy them to see me hurting. I am stronger than them.

 It still hurts though...

It's not like I grew up knowing I was going to be a Prostitute. I didn't plan not being able to eat some nights. I didn’t think I would have be living in a disgusting, grimy apartment shared with drug dealers and prostitutes, constantly bring people drunker and higher than them into the home.

Home. I can't call that place home, it's terrible.

When I get into the cell. I see the boy who got us sent here because he's a dumbass.

"Fuck.... Damn... Girlfriend... Genevieve... Why a Prostitute... These Hoe's ain't..." He mumbles incoherent words, pacing back in forth the small holding cell. He stops when he notices I’ve now joined him. "Oh, shit. S- sorry. Hi. Um... Miss Prostitute" He stumbles over his words, blushing slightly

Aww isn’t he cute?

"No problem. But anyways you shouldn’t be complaining, it is all your fault." I say to him, not really caring about his little mini rant.

"My fault!? I- It's your fault..." He states, looking at me like I was on crack.